From Vancouver to Santiago
40.000 kms South on everything but planes. 300 days journey through the people, the smiles, the endless deserts, the majestic mountains, the remote jungles and the cosmopolitan capitals of the land of the ‘West’
My Canadian visa expired and I decided to go South, with a backpack, some savings and the biggest amount of enthusiasm and self confidence ever. My only plan was... going South and never, never, never catch a plane.
Nine and and half months, 40.000 kms, 15 countries, the fullest resume later I left the Americas. I was coming home after a total of 15 months, knowing I only did what made me happy and what I was suppose to be doing.
Then, naturally, I tuned this into a job that still many people don’t understand but nothing felt more right and ‘normal’.
The Journey:
I left the busy, American styled, cosmopolitan Toronto when the trees were starting changing colours, the temperature getting cooler and the light becoming gold and clear.
I crossed Canada on a four nights long train journey, then, randomly, as usual, met my future travel mates, filled a ‘80 Volvo and left to the USA West Coast. We drove through National parks, stereotypical American big towns and immense lands filled with crops down to California. I crossed into Mexico from Tijuana and made my way through the country on public buses and trains. I spent two months in the country enjoying every single second, bite, walk, talk of a country I deeply felt in love with. From the Canyons and forests of the North to one of the busiest cities in the world, from the Iconic Maya temples to the beaches of Chiapas and Yucatan.
In Mexico I met Simon and his car. They were on an even longer journey than mine: all the way down from Alaska to Patagonia. I joined the team for more than seven months through Central America and the South continent until the very end of my adventure in the capital city of Santiago de Chile.
